Unfolding Promise

The added years came from an accomplished journey. It was devoid of unmet goals stretched on a gurney. It was one of unfolding love. The source of which was from up above.. Final treasured words spoken softly to her descendants. How many were the attendants? Quiet silence made the message roar. Later the goodbye tore. The short hand, chased the minutes away. As the sun set one final day. But not before a reminder was spoken. Love, laughter and dance is your unbroken. How dare I get tired. Permission was not given to be retired. Remembering the foundation of sharred love. Giranting me the peace and upward hope of a dove. Contest -Muse Poetry contest, Ryme by Regina McIntosh, 07/28/20